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“Why do you need to know my name?”
Unlike Dar, Sayge was perfectly still. I could feel his eyes on me. They felt calculating, and I turned to stare at him. He quickly blinked and put on a show of pouting.
“You can come watch me dance if you’d like, but you have to let us go.”
“Sayge,” the other one hissed.
I released Dar, and he stumbled away and glared at me. The look sent a chill down my spine that had my cock responding instantly.
“Now me, please.” Sayge batted his thick lashes.
My fingers flexed around the back of his neck, and he shivered. His eyes widened slightly before he smiled at me. One look and my stomach started twisting into knots again.Maybe he was reacting to me as strangely as I was reacting to him.
The other two had stepped back, but it was clear they were still listening. Their eyes were on me, and I couldn’t figure out why I liked all three of them watching me so closely. I reluctantly released him too.
“Lead the way.”
Whatever was happening to me, I knew one thing. These three had no idea what I could do to them.
ChapterThree
SAYGE
Who the hellwas this man?I understood why the guys were nervous around him, but I couldn’t help but feel excited. I spotted him across the room. It was impossible not to with how heavy his gaze had felt. His deep green eyes had captured me the moment they met mine.
A chill raced down my spine. Every step toward the stage was like walking into a lion’s den with the man right behind me. My brain screamed danger, but my body wanted nothing more than to have his hands back on me. Just remembering how his calloused fingers brushed along my hip and neck made my stomach flip.
Deep desire pooled in the pit of my stomach as I wrapped my hand around the pole and hoisted myself up. I made sure to bend over and give him the view that earned me the most money.
Making a slow walk of the round table, I attempted to glance his way through my lashes. The last thing I needed was to give him the impression that he was more special than any other customer. Even if he was.
I peeked over at him. The moment our eyes met, an electrical current zapped through me. I was so lost in staring at the mystery guy that I tripped. “Shit.” Righting myself, I swung low and ground against the pole. I turned away from his heavy gaze and had to take a steady breath to keep the nerves from showing on my face.
Being nervous had never been a problem for me. I’d been dancing in front of people since I could remember. Shit, I tutored a few kids in dance at the rec center whenever I could. Having people’s eyes on me had always been the norm, yet I couldn’t have stopped the steady flutter of butterflies in my stomach even if I wanted to. There was something about the sexy man. His voice alone was like a wet dream. My cock was hard from that simple encounter.
Peeking over to Calvin, normally, he’d be staring at everyone, ensuring no one overstepped or attempted to kidnap me. His gaze was focused on the man too. Maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling the sexual tension.
I climbed the pole, my mind on one thing only as I slowly bent backward again. I sought him out without thinking about it, but he wasn’t looking at me. It took me a second to realize he was staring Dar down. Twisting around the pole, I ended up back on the table. I dropped down to my knees and crawled to the edge. I was vaguely aware of the other men surrounding me. However, even if they were waving hundred-dollar bills my way, I was solely focused on the tall, sexy, and dangerous man in front of me.
Why didn’t he sit down? I really want to give him a lap dance.
Biting my lip, I flipped my long hair before pushing back. I desperately wanted to slow down and press up against him. Was there such a thing as lust at first sight? Wanting to fuck someone on the first datewasa thing, but I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk and then do it all over again.
The song changed, and my set was up, forcing me to pull my eyes away from him. My eyebrows nearly touched my hairline. I hadn’t been paying attention, but that had been my best set. I quickly gathered the cash, stuffed it in my basket, and hopped off the table for the next dancer.
My feet had a mind of their own as I walked toward the mystery man. Before I could make it, some guy stepped in front of me, getting in my way.
“Hey, you were really good.”
I peeked past him, and still, the one I wanted stood there. However, gone were his relaxed pose and blank face. His eyebrows dipped along with the corners of his mouth.
A shiver shot down my spine and had my heart thumping even louder.
Thick fingers snapped in front of my face, and I was forced to take my eyes off him again. I groaned and straightened back up. “Uh—” What the hell had he said?
“Are you even listening to me?”
No. I smiled sweetly. I was still technically at work, and if I didn’t play nice, the club was known to take half of your earnings for giving less than satisfactory customer service. It was a bunch of bullshit, but we needed the money too bad for me to go fuck things up.
